Breed-specific legislation

What is a dangerous dog?

To get a dangerous dog you'll need:

• A strong Dog
• An Attack
• The Media

Not necessarily in that order.


Apperantly, most attacks was made by particular breeds.

Maybe, only those breeds get to be well publicized.

Pit ball also falls under the category: "Dangerous" dogs.
They are doomed all over the world by harsh assumptions, based on some pit bulls behavior.
With no investigation of:

• Dog's Past Experience
• The way he was Raised 
• The dog's Owner's Behavior and Character

Is it even possible to make such an inclusion?

Imagine tomorrow's news:

An Al Qaeda member, a Muslim, killed an American..
with an airplane...

In response, America declaring a new Law,
that classified all Muslims as dangerous breed.

Sound Dubious...?
Well, as dubious as it's sounds, for this dogs it's a reality:

If I needed to judge humans by their own Ethical Values

I would have to say:
Humans are at the top of the Dangerouse Breed List.

Just check human history, and last night news...

WOOF ya LATER

Welcome to the HOTEL KENNELonia, part 1

I found pieces of an old Diary.
It was originally written in Dogish,
with my aunt's help I was able to translate it to English.

This is the story of a Hero

Pieter is terrified, and confused. There's no sign of his friend anywhere.
Home is no longer exsist, happiness is no longer an option.
The sight of battle ruins destroyed pieter's hope for a better world.

There's only one clue, a name:
The kennel. 

Knowing he probably wont survive it, he started his journey
to get his old life back. 

The thought of being forced to live alone brought tears to my eyes.
No one should feel that kind of sorrow. No one.


to be continue...

WOOF ya LATER

 


 

Burden of the Past

When you're a child (in my case a very big child), every little thing influences you immediately, determining what king of an adult you're gonna be. Some of our influences are "Good", and some of them are "Bad".
For some reason, we creatures tend to remember the "Bad" ones, and carry them as a hidden burden. For good.

The Influence

I was only four months old when the terrible accident happened. Like every weekend, me and dad went to visit our family. But, that weekend was different. Leaving time has arrived, and, Dad left without me. I was sad. I was confused. In fact I was so confused I didn't see it coming.

My Burden

Grandma felt my sadness, and she tried to cheer me up with SALAMI, and you know what I did?! I REFUSED O_o You're probably wondering, WHAT THE WOOF?!
This is one salami that would never come back...

My Wish

I wanna go back, meet "little" Baloo and say: SNAP OUT OF IT MAAAAN !!!!! Take advantage of this perfect opportunity, and get MORE salami!

Nowadays

I carry this burden every minute, every day. I tried to get a professional help, but the system doesn't support one for dogs. But, I have come with a way to deal with this burden: From that day on, I eat EXTRA!

I'll be more than happy to hear you burden, and, with the creativity's help, we'll find a better way to deal with it.

WOOF ya LATER

Baloo's Principle

"Do Not Know.. So, can not Say"

(Zathras Quotes, Babylon 5)

WOOF ya LATER

All Dogs Go to Heaven?

A Friend of mine told me something very strange:
Most Humans truly believe there's a place... They go to.... AFTER they die. 
What the WOOF O_o
I asked my (beautiful) aunt, she confirmed it.
 

Dogs share one belief:

EAT, DRINK AND EAT FOR TOMORROW WE DIE

This is it!

Dogs don't believe they go to Heaven.
It's impossiable to understand this life.
Besides, I can't risk loosing any salami,
while thinking on another life.


I don't have the right answer, hell I have no answers,
and I'm also woof scared.
But...
I do have, a little advice to share with you: 

Loose the After Life and You'll find LIFE.

(and a lot of salami...)

WOOF ya LATER

Fatal Error- Pay Back Time

Two months ago, a fatal error was made by my dad or my uncle.
For those who have no clue what the woof I'm talking about, here's a reminder:

Previously on Fatal Error

I stayed true to my promise.


It happened this afternoon.
The house was empty. my dad, aunt and uncle over slept as usual.
It's not the first time I have the whole house for myself,
and, usually it's harmless. (they know I'm too lazy for causing troubles)

But, this time was different.
My grandpa cooked lunch, but he made a terrible mistake:
He didn't kept the food away from me.
For a second I thought I was dreaming. all this food, and I can actually reach it easily,
No begging, no sad face tricks...

Don't hate me just becouse I lived the dream ;)

I finished 1 k"g of Schnitzel, a pot with Potatoes and a stew.
Now, these stew contained Beans and Onions.... ha ha ha
I would never have guessed the result would be so devastated.

So, I waited...

Finally, after two hours they woke up, and other family members came to visit.
I knew they're not deserve to share my dad's and uncle's fate,
but, it was too late to back off. one fart already slipped away...

I entered the room with my cute and innocent face, and I set next to my father,
he deserve to be the closest to the blast lol
10, 9, 8, 7, 6....

For a second I thought maybe I've killed them O_o
but, I heard them chocking and coughing outside the house...

I'm so proud of myself!
I think I should reward myself with the snacks they've left behind :)

WOOF ya LATER

The Costumes Holiday

Today was a weired day.

There's no human on the streets.
Instead, there's a walking sausage, a weired turtle who thinks he's a Ninja,
a talking dog, humongous fly that don't fly...
and that was just the beginning.

I was scared

My aunt, as always, gave me salami and reassured me that everything's cool.
It's just a Holiday. All animals get dressed up, wearing masks and costumes...
I stopped her, I prefer the holiday with the meat!
And beside, I don't like a holiday that sounds like a war.

Apparently, one of the holiday's tradition is blowing a little explosive,
and kids, shooting cap guns.

Enough is enough

I ran back inside the house. finally, it's quite again.
No explosions, No scary animals, only me and my salami  :)

Too happy Too soon

I was about to eat my second lunch, when my aunt came with the wrong idea.
She decided I should wear a costume too.
At first, of course, I resisted.
why the woof I should dressed up as if I'm not me!?
But, my aunt told me a wise thing:
"people wear costumes everyday, by not being themselves...
and I trust you'll stay true to yourself even if you'll wear a cat costume for the whole year lol "

I didn't thought it was funny.
But, There's only one costume that would reflect my character:

But, nooooo.....
Instead of Superbaloo, I got this:

What a shame

Leave me alone

WOOF ya LATER

Meet my Bro' Taz

Family. I can't imagine a life without my family.
I've mentioned them many time before in my blog,
after all when it comes to salami's issues, they're the key.

Today, I want you to meet my brother Taz.

Taz( left) and me, visiting Doc

He's one of my six siblings, and, the only one I grew up with.
Until this day I don't know where are the rest of my brothers,
and I can only hope they share my good fortune.

Thanks to my dad and uncle Simone

Me and Taz weren't separated.
We're together since the day we were born. Like all brothers,
we protect each other, we're studying life's philosophy together,
every weekend we play street football, and we teach each other.
I taught him the art of Salaminism and he taught me the art of Hooliganism.
 

Don't worry, I'm a quick learner, plus, nature is on my side:
Having a master degree in salaminism, really pays off.
And today, I'm twice his size hahaha.

I'm (right) making sure he's not touching my toys 

I have many more funny stories to share with you,
like the time we learned the taste of the sofa, but,
this is another story, for another time.

I'm off to start my Salaminism's doctorate...

WOOF ya LATER

BalooHolic

Hi, I'm baloo and I'm BallHolic.
I was born ballholic. My mom's ballholic too.

I'm almost two years old, and I can't remember a day without a ball in it. or salami.
Which remains me, I'm also SalamiHolic.

Check out my splits

Mine, mine, mine, mine.....

Not yours, Not yours, Not yours....

My Problem

There's one ball, the father of all balls, the BALL of balls.
It's so BIG, and when it bounce it feels like the earth is moving.
and, just between us, it taste good too.

It's my aunt's basketball, and she wont let me get near that ball O_o
I promise, A bright day will arise, and I shell overcome this madness.

One of these days...

WOOF ya LATER

The Weirdest Ball Ever

Today I went to play basketball. I was very excited, finally, I can get near that ball!
But no ball. instead, dad brought that weired, round thing.
It looks like someone crushed this ball, and I don't remember sitting on it...

I tried to examine the ball, but father kept throwing it away,
but the worst part was when he asked me to bring it back to him O_o
Who the Woof invent this pointless game?!

I tried to stop him, but he's one of the few that still stronger than me.

I think I'm about to lose my sanity!

I can't catch it
I can't chew it
It wont bounce

and it taste funny too. Grrrr...

Finally, after alot of struggle, that ball was mine.

But, I must keep memorizing my mantra: Run Fast. Run Far.

WOOF ya LATER

Road Trip

Cars. I love cars. 
You, human, can really invent cool stuff.
It takes me from one fridge to another fridge really fast.Friday arrives, and we're going to visit my grandparents,meaning: Road Trip.
I asked my buddy to keep an eye on the fridge while I'm with the other fridge.
Don't worry, he wont snitch on me.  
I have my road trip bag, my road trip's salami sandwich, and I'm good to go.


When I was young I was able to seat in the front seat,

August 2011

But, I moved to the back seat a lot sooner than I expected O_oI guess I should listen about the diet thing issue...

September 2011

I buckle up the seat belt, and the road trip begin.
Oh man, it's time to pull out my head and feel the breeze :)
Sometime, it seems to me I about to fly, and sometimes, thanks to my dad, 
I'm actually the first flying dog on this planet O_o

Seconds befor I became bird shepherd

The weather is changing. the sun decided to go and share her warmth
with the dogs on the other side of the planet, slowly disappearing behind an angry cloud.
I don't like angry clouds. they're too noisy and scarring. 
At this point only my salami's sandwich will cheer me up.


We're on the hath way, and I finished all the snacks.
OK, now it's definitely the time to panic!

Great, now I have to pee O_o
OK, dad, you need to pull over... yes, next to the sheep
don't worry, I just wanna say hello...
Damn.. he didn't buy it. 


Lucky me, we arrived, and I don't have to pee.
Well, I'm going to say hi to the most important member in the group: the fridge.

WOOF ya LATER

 
 

Am I different from you?

"Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to."
- Following the Equator, Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar

For a very good reason that sentence really got my attention.
I wondered what's the difference, if there's any, between one life form to another.
Here's some of the resemblance I found:

Resemblance between Men and Dogs

I play Hide & Seek

After seeing some kids playing hide & seek, I knew that game was meant for me!
Only me and my aunt upgraded the game, and now it's called:
Hide, Seek & Catch.
we play it every day, in the garden or in the house.
I really recommend this game to every dog/human. 

I eat the same food you eat

And believe me I do. it wasn't so easy at first but I've learned my power:
I'm too Cute to refuse to ;)
I give them my famous pitiful look, and they give me pitiful steak lol.

I, too, afraid when nature fart

What the Woof is that?!  a loud noise, but no smell. my family said it's a thunder,
I said it is time for a roll playing. it's about time my family protects me! even my tiny aunt.
and no, i'm not afraid... I'm responsible dog ;)

I hate to go to the doctor

Should I add anything else?!

Difference between Men and Dogs

I dug, and dug... and dug...
and I only came up with one single difference: 

If you offer me your last piece of salami: I won't say no!
Human: "Oh, no, really, I want you to have it." O_o

Conclusion:

There's no difference between one animal to another.

So, explain me how come animals use other animals as decoration, vehicle, war machine 

and any other machine only to make their life a little easier?!

"I'm life that wants to live, in the midst of life that wants to live"
-Albert Schweitzer

think about it...

WOOF ya LATER

Ministry of health should take care my food!

Something was bothering me today.
During desert time, I noticed a disturbing writing on my food's bag.

It turns out, In Israel, the Ministry of Agriculture is
responsible for supervise animal's food and health issues.

What the Woof?!

Isn't that the job of the Ministry of Health? 
Is it acceptable by you to leave your food's health supervision
to the Ministry of Agriculture?
I'll guess... NOT. 

Translation of the marked part:

"A permit number 234 of the Ministry of Agriculture's forage quality department..."

Than why the woof Israel government think my health is more similar
to Tomato's health than humans health?!?!

What's the difference between me and you?
Think about it. Think about changing it.

I know I'll try.

WOOF ya LATER

The day Ice cream fell from the sky

After a long salami night I decided to go to sleep.
It's was 5 a.m in the morning ( my bed time :)
Suddenly, something strange happen.

My whole household were awake, and very hyperactive.
They kept yelling: finally, after 10 years it's snowing outside.
what the woof is this snow thing? and why is it keeping me awake?!

Well guess what... the answer came sooner than I expected.
It's an ice cream, and it's falling from the sky!

Learning about Ice Cream

While I was sniffing my way to the answer, I notice an ice cream ball,
that was made by my aunt Rachel. I knew that ball is mine.
listen, you can't argue with the fact: dogs & balls are meant for each other!
A fact my aunt chose to ignore. she took my ball, and than she threw it
on my uncle.... what the Woof ?!
I tried to stop the madness! But there's no hope left for my balls.

Where's Rachel?

Rachel played dirty! she distracted me from my balls
by asking me if I wanted to play our game: Seek, hide & catch.
Damn! I couldn't say no to Ollie Ollie salami free ;)
but this time the game was different. I didn't know ice cream
causes to slippery floor... and I learned an important lesson:
Dogs can't fly O_o

Blame the ice cream for the mess

Around 9:00 a.m, my Arse froze.

I, too, deserve it 

Oh man what an awesome morning.
I always felt a lucky shepherd, but this morning I knew it!


well, finally, it's time to bed.
Hmmm... maybe one more Salami and than it's defenatly time to bed ;)

WOOF ya LATER

I'm sexy and I know it

I'm on a diet :(

I give the credit to my doc!
Usually i like him, he treat me kindly and always give me candies.
But this time was different. he asked me to get on the weight scale.

Apparently 43 kg it's too much for a two year old.
I tried to tell them that I have heavy bones but they kept thinking I wanted a ball O_o

let me tell you something:
I'm good with my heavy bones,
And even if I'm chubby... I'm still a sexy chubby :)

In order To make this diet bearable, i've found Delicious Recipes:

Healthy food for dogs: Homemade recipes

Petsumer Report Pet Food Ratings And Reviews

WOOF ya LATER

The Room

I'm curious.

There's one room in the house that I'm not allowed to enter.
I noticed that people entering the room several times during the day,
Leaving a familiar scent. Naturally, i entered.

And there it was: the biggest drinking bowl I ever saw :)

But there's something strange about this bowl.
Every time i drink from this bowl i get punished.
what the hell?!

Help me understand :(

what am i woofing wrong?

Recommended:

The Hypothyroidism Solution

WOOF ya LATER

Fatal Error

It was a cold afternoon, I just finished eating lunch and a few salami.
The sun began to fade and so did the sound of children playing outside.
I started to feel sleepy, so I decided to take a nap (first mistake)
close to my father and uncle (second mistake).

Wrong place, Wrong time

And then it happened

I think it happened during my 4th salami dream.
Loud noise and a terrible gas smell woke me up.
I panicked greatly.

But the sound of war was actually the sound of a FART!
Directed straight to my face, with no mercy. as if I’m not there.
what the hell?!
I'll be better off without the sense of smell/hearing.

I started to choke, badly……..
and what seems to be a sleeping dog were actually a fainting dog!

Caught between worlds

I’m trying to find out who’s responsible for the attack, both sides deny.

Conclusion

You’ve made a fatal error.
It’s pay back time. both of you.

to be continued…

WOOF ya LATER

I Woof not take a bath

I love my family!
They treat me with respect, they treat me equally.
My pack, my source to unlimited food and love.
I even got a big mattress to survive the winter 

Sunbathing Time

But, there’s one thing that’s bugging me:
they keep telling me that I need a bath which I truly madly deeply hate,
with the excuse that i stink like bad fish.

So, I found an interesting article that encouraging people to
wash their dogs once a week/month as long as they’re using
gentle pet shampoo and conditioner.
I’ve got to admit that article is logical, if the subject of this matter is my dad...
I'm a different case, and I have several claims why I don’t belong in a shower: 

1. I’m too big to sleep on their bed

Some people claim that I’m too big for german shepherd,
My weight is 45k”g in another word: 45 reasons not to climb on a bed.

2. No one is allergic to me or my fur

If anyone allergic they can file a complain to my father.
Untill than, don’t be such a baby it’s just a little sneeze 

3. I’m using mud minerals as lotion

4. I’m too lazy and too hungry to be active

conclusions: 
In the name of  the sence of smell of all dogs let’s get the facts straight:

You’re STINK! Trust me, I can smell your feet from miles away…

But, I’m willing to compromise and use dry shampoo and take a bath once a month.

I would like to know how often do you wash your dog?

WOOF ya LATER